Posted tagged ‘Friday Flash 55’

Peaked in Darien–Friday Flash 55

April 13, 2012

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Today I’m on the train again,
presently entering Darien.
Bum hurts from multiple days in seats–
But bum brain still remembers Keats.
Of Cortez, he wrote (or maybe of his men)–
Surmising, silent, on a peak in Darien.
(On horseback? Mayhap.) But in the end,
my bum bolstered by comparison,
I too peek at Darien.

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Here’s thirteenth poem for April with  55 words written on the train (and based upon John Keats sonnet (about first reading Chapman’s Homer.)  Tell it to the g-man!

Friday Wanting a Nap 55

March 30, 2012

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Friday Afternoon Poem

Actions are louder than words, especially if
the action involves a fall asleep at your desk, in which case,
actions can be quite a bit quieter
than words, unless the fall takes you down
to the floor, keyboard clanging
after you, in which case,
maybe you better shut
the office door
first.

Just a joke, boss!

Here are 55 words for Friday’s Flash 55.  I need to wake up and tell it to the G-Man!  Rest up and have a great weekend.

Getting Away for the weekend in 55 words

March 23, 2012

Three words form the main thought in my head right now: “made the train.”

These are followed by a pause: “ah.”

Then comes a two-word thought: “it’s Friday.”

Followed by deeper pause: “aaahh.”

Then I think of you coming to meet me, waiting at the end of the line. There are no words for that.

(I’m off! And blogging from iPhone! On a train! Who knows what will show up but whatever does, tell it to the G-man.

Friday 55 – “In the Wake”

March 16, 2012

In the Wake

Birds watch
child; sand reflects
child; clouds shine
on child, waves calm
for child; day itself takes
care, finding
its inner adult, in the
hope (perhaps) that what
will be born
in that sparkle of foam
will not be a full-blown
goddess, but simply
love, a child lost
in finding, a child
concentrating
in light.

(It’s late, but it’s Friday and it’s 55 words – tell it to the G-man.)

Usage Matters. Santorum and Adjectives vs. Disconnected Ponderous Nouns. (In 55 words.)

February 24, 2012

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“DESCRIBE yourself in one word.”

“Courage.”

Ahem.

But  I think an ADJECTIVE was called for: “courageous,” “brave,” “inarticulate,” “idiotic.”

ADJECTIVES DESCRIBE, APPLY qualities to persons, things, circumstances.

Disconnected ponderous NOUNS sound grave (“Satan”), but, when spouted in alarmist gulps, don’t make sense; it’s not clear, in other words, how they APPLY to anything real, present.

The above is my somehat ponderous rant for Friday flash 55.  Tell it to the G-Man.  

Perhaps I am an overly sensitive grammarian–my own poor usage leads me to think I am not–but I also feel like I have more license to use words sloppily–I am not running for President. We won’t say anything about humility here.

Have a wonderful weekend and, if you have a mo, please please please check out: my comic novel,NOSE DIVE,  book of poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, or children’s counting book 1 MISSISSIPPI.   

(Sorry – Last Post Inadvertent!) Is That Mean Enough? (Flash 55)

January 27, 2012
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Looking Kind Of Small

Is that mean enough?

Don’t know; are they clapping yet?

Ethics…. grrr… tax rate…. grrr….. food stamps… grrr… outrage… grrr…despicable…. grrr…how
dare you grrr?…Iran…grrr…Latinos…grrr…marriage…grrr…leadership…grrr…
bad…grrr…bad…um…(grrrr) bad, bad, bad.

And what I really hate is all my opponent’s negative campaigning…

Grrrrr….

(Here’s my flash friday 55.  Tell it to the grrr G-Man!)

(P.S. apologies to subscribers for earlier post now deleted–sent out pre-content!)

Friday 55- “Note to be Stored on Mental Loudspeaker” – If on a Ship Whose Lists Are Not Just of Passengers

January 20, 2012

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Note To be Stored on Mental Loudspeaker

If you–repeat–
are on a ship whose lists are not
just of passengers, but onto its side–

(Or in a building
whose neighbor’s aflame–)

do NOT–repeat–remain
at your table
(or desk), even
if so instructed, BUT,
without shoving or pushing, 
pass Go–
repeat–
Pass Go.
(This will not–
repeat–
be a game.)

This is for the G-Man’s Mr. Know-it-All’s Flash 55, and I don’t mean it to sound glib (recent events are horrific) but as an exhortation!

Have a safe and happy weekend and thanks so much for reading, commenting, just being here.

Friday Flash 55 – Talking About A Minor Accident

December 9, 2011

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Minor Accident (Much Spoken of)

“It might have been a good idea to do yoga BEFORE that glass of wine,” said the door jamb to the hand that had just banged it. At least that’s what the jamb implied.

“Your fault,” the hand replied sullenly–well, silently. (Mad.)

“Shush,” I tell them both. “We’re trying to do some yoga here.”

The above story (minus title and any ouches) is 55 words, so go tell it to the G-Man.

And have a great weekend.

(And check out NOSE DIVE.)

THANKS!

Friday Flash 55- Treasure on the Modernist Beach

December 2, 2011

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Sand Currency?

First day on beach, bend to retrieve bleached disc.  Amazing!  Haven’t found one for ages, and its worn radius is barely graded. Central imprint–bifurcated–strikes me as unusual, but my luck-starved mind grasps for ‘rare!’ ‘modernistic’ and I handle with great care.

Takes me a dip in the cold sea to see….styrofoam.

The above is posted for Friday Flash 55 (a story in 55 words, plus, in my case, title) for the G-Man.  Go tell him.
And have a nice weekend.

Friday Flash 55–At the subway by Zuccotti Park

November 18, 2011

On the subway by Zuccotti Park

I noticed her yesterday jammed among lines/signs/police I tried to avoid–tall, peaked cap, plastic calf brace.

Having trouble at turnstile today, I swiped for her, said awkward/friendly, “better watch out for that leg.”  

Fumbling bills one-handed to repay, “no, stroke accident.”

About 28?

I fumbled now,  “Don’t worry about it.”

The above is my offering for Friday Flash 55.   Tell it to the G-man.

Below are some photos I took yesterday of Zuccotti Park.  As followers of this blog know, I live in downtown Manhattan and so go by the park every day.  Yesterday, I was mainly impressed by the cheek by jowl aspect of the protestors and the police, who seemed remarkably at ease with each other, despite obvious irritation.  The police are tired of standing around there; the protesters are mad (and kind of confused.  Many have always seemed pretty confused.  But now, there’s a palpable sense of not knowing where to be/what comes next.) Please note that I am just posting the photos for information;  I am not advocating the views in the signs.

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